In the midst of torrential flooding in the midwest, I am reminded that with the change in seasons, the rains do fall.. at times in a challenging abundance.
Still, spring is one of my favorite seasons for the sights, smells and sounds combined with moderate temperatures. It makes us want to clean out the old and welcome the new. The urge to go barefoot and be free is uncontainable. Much like this image.
I've never been in a place to see wild horses running free. I've seen loose cows on a grand adventure, but they never quite achieve the graceful gallop of a horse. A horse untamed and flying in the wind is a bit of nature's magic rarely seen in this day and age.
As we drove for a bit over the weekend, there was much of wild spring to embrace.
Wild grasses reaching for the sky.
Wildlife welcoming new life in nests, holes, meadows and trees.
New calves appear in the pastures on the plains I call home.
Spectacular even when it goes unnoticed by many.
Spring smells sweet and is full of promise, but it is the sense of wild that feeds my soul. David knew that feeling and wrote of it.
We can break forth in joy!
Today, I am grateful for things that feel like spring. Wild things!